“Don’t You Think It’s Pretty?”
“Don’t you think it’s pretty?” She asked absentmindedly. She ran her fingers across it, drumming softly.
Roger slipped his shoes on and looked up. “I think it’s lovely my dear,” he says. “But we must be going, we don’t want to be late.”
She pays no mind to his words too transfixed on the weight upon her neck.
Roger comes up behind her embracing her from where she stood on the stool. “If you don’t stop staring at it my love, I’ll have to take it back.”
She slowly turned around to face him, a hint of remorse flashed across her eyes.
“Roger my love, if one thing’s for certain I will never take it off.” and with that, she took a step off the stool she was standing on. Roger shaked his head and placed his hat upon it.
“My love, always one for dramatics.” He sighed as her body swayed slightly. “I’ll see you at the party, and don’t forget to lock the door.” and with that, he was gone.
She hung there smiling in her final moments and the door unlocked.
deadly decorations
i don't wear my noose like a necklace,
like the other girls do~
i wear it like a crown.
because with it,
i am the queen of life and death,
a simple knot is all it takes
to cross the blurred line.
I Wear My Noose Like a Necklace
I used to lie, cheat, seduce,
Anything to stay on the loose
Until I ran out of juice
And death row became my muse
As I near the moment of truth
The hangman holds the rope noose
To which I will be introduced.
Is this the end, or am I obtuse?
Just why is fear not induced?
A necklace is how I wear my noose
A cheap one that I can disuse
Any time I want, or so I deduce
I know someone will produce
A last-sec order to let me loose.
Suddenly I hear racing hooves
And a rider dismounts with news!
“Stop!” he cries, waving a paper. “Unloose
Him! He’s committed no abuse!”
“Thank you!” I shout and salute.
But he tells me, “Not you, silly goose!”
“This order is for the recluse
On the other gallows in use.”
So, they let that inmate vamoose.
Drat! My necklace is still in use.
dancing with death
i wear my noose like a necklace
like a cross hanging ’round my neck
or the silver flower on a silver chain that my grandmother passed down to me.
i wear my noose like a necklace
it’s proudly on display because my
depression is what defines me and
even though it’ll be the end of me it’s also
my friend.
it’s that one friend that you don’t realize is an enemy until it’s too late.
it’s the voice that says “you’re allowed to feel sad” and then
keeps telling you that even when you
shouldn’t feel this way.
it’s the hand at your throat
caressing and
always preparing to tighten
slowly
gently
so lovingly you almost wouldn’t realize it.
my noose was handcrafted lovingly and it
thrives off of me and i
thrive off of it.
i wear my noose like a necklace because
when the ground is swept out from under me
it’ll be the only thing holding me up
even if it kills me in the process.
Warning Signs
I wear my noose like a neck tie.
You’re so fly! That’s my guy!
She wears her mask like make up.
Sho’nuff, she turnt up!
He wears his pain like a trench coat
That’s so dope! A true GOAT!
Their cruelty fits them like a glove.
Like two doves! That’s true love!
Your blinders fit like head wear.
To be fair it", called flair!
We fastened bondage like starched slacks
A small lapse, be more lax!
Our apathy hugs like tight shoes.
If we choose, we can't loose!
If we ignore the warnings,
If they embrace the pain,
If we fail to share our burdens,
Then we are all to blame.
High Lice
I wear my noose like a necklace.
So yea like obviously I’m reckless.
Can’t fit me in like Tetris.
Ain’t no preacher praying god bless this.
When I finally make it to hell.
I’ll know bliss for the spell.
I sat on the thrown.
In my heavenly dwelling.
The cell of god willing.
No telling.
Just spelling.
Cause I’m choking on the chain you noticed.
Instead of me.
Before knowing to be noticed at all is worth the price of this all just barely. Lice is at the very least hopefully a Social Disease. Loner’s don’t often have the privilege of running into. So got that going for me.
signed ONO One knight only NoNo YOLO thank you for the Goodnights Ferlinghetti CITY LIGHTS BOOKSTORE
Confused Blues
i say much, void and bland
words that fell to disuse,
and you will not understand,
cause i wear my necklace like a noose.
not all that glisters is of gold,
cheap concrete and some plex-glass
and the wind blows bitterly cold
so i wear my noose like a necklace
don’t want to know where i’ve been,
many scars I show, or a bruise,
you could hear the pain , that i mean,
why i wear my necklace like a noose.
there is no hope to retract,
nature it is, and so feckless,
the spilled milk can never pool back
so i wear my noose like a necklace
spring’s in the air, i don’t swoon,
flowers won’t bud on my spruce,
even the connifer thinks I’m a loone,
better wear my necklace like a noose.
signs all around , they impend,
please forgive this vile trespass,
but if you have no sugar to lend,
i’ll wear my noose like a necklace.
i wear my noose like a necklace,
it fits well when its loose,
it’s my fickle fashion, i’m so reckless,
so i wear my necklace like a noose.
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Katie might have asked herself, is Lolita the most appropriate book to read on the pediatric psychiatric ward? It didn't matter, because it was confiscated immediately. But when she hijacked the nurses station to get it back, it was midnight, and the guards were tired and on their phones. When one deigned to look up at her, she passed her hand across her throat, the universal gesture for slicing someone's throat. She had to smile too: the noose they had put around her pubescence, it was beautiful; the same literature that decorated her mind was a necklace made for her disease.
Tell me I’m strong
I wear my noose like a necklace,
depression hanging limply,
anxiety draping heavily.
LOOK AT MY PAIN!!
LOOK HOW I COPE!!
LOOK HOW I WEAR MY NOOSE LIKE A NECKLACE!
- so pretty, so diseased.
Tell me I’m strong,
tell me I’m so good for holding on.
Tell me you don’t know how you would cope,
as I tie the knot on my noose,
on my pretty little rope.
Choking gently
on your praise.
nobody hurts like me.
That’s what I was like
I think
Begging to be told I’m strong
A reason for feeling all these things
a reason to feel like I belong.
Confirmation from outward sources,
because I can’t soothe myself.
But I’m learning.
I’ll hang my noose, early
not with death,
but on the coat stand,
a safety rope if I need it
to regress
but I’m going to move forward,
leave that life behind.
Self love - a crown of daisy chains
a necklace made of hope
a happier peace of mind
Date to Remember
I wear my noose like a necklace,
keep the time to my death like a watch
I count down the days on my calendar
paint my coffin with a Home Depot paint swatch
Destiny is not predetermined,
all its cheating, stealing and lies
Our problems are all insignificant
in the end- everyone dies!
Yet the hangman still sharpens his axes
the executioner puts on a mask
You realize you didn't say thank you
you realize you never called back
But I wear my noose like a necklace
count down the days till I die
my family will know that I love them
When Death decides to stop by